Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Hungary and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Dual Sessions to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Erasure. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Althea and Donna,
Sister Nancy,
The Fugs,
Roxy Music,
Groovy Waters,
Pantytec,
Delta 5,
Barrington Levy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Stooges,
Stereo Dub,
Blake Baxter,
Juan Atkins,
The Durutti Column,
ABC,
Surgeon,
Tubeway Army,
H. Thieme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monolake,
Ludus,
In Retrospect,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camberwell Now,
Scan 7,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
China Crisis,
One Last Wish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agitation Free,
The Monochrome Set,
Young Marble Giants,
Arab on Radar,
Darondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Leaves,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rufus Thomas,
Slick Rick,
The Birthday Party,
Eric B and Rakim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Rundgren,
Moebius,
Supertramp,
Thompson Twins,
Marc Almond,
The Music Machine,
The United States of America,
Alton Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
Hoover,
The Cramps,
Q65,
Motorama,
Jeff Mills,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.